Confessions of a `worry-er'

So I've resolved to believe that I'm more of a `worry-er' than a `warrior'.

Does that help anyone at all? Does that even help myself? That's the best question I asked myself lately.

Right now, my life is that of no worry, no hurry, no job, no colleagues, no phone calls, no haste, no waste. And, in nothingness, I've come to confrontation with what I've brushed under the carpet for years; strange incidents, lies, love, twisted imaginations, cornered conversations, and a true friend's love that I've been oblivious to for long- of God's.

So what am I worrying about? Plainly about the fact that I don't have anything to worry about. Yes you're right. It's nonsensical. But that's the way I am.

Even in this season of silence, God has established so much peace and rest in my wounded heart. God's Word holds good for everyone. For you and for me, the worst sinner of all. Its a miracle that a frivolous person like me has such an intense life to live. God has a plan and it amazes me that He thinks I'm worth this life I'm living.

Every time I think I'm alive, I owe it straight to God. Though I know that I tend to worry a lot over trivial issues, I believe that God is the warrior in me battling the more profound wars of my soul.

I'm a worry-er and I have a warrior God. Imagine, such grace even for a sinner like me.

Death of...

It is in...

...the death of a dream, that God's plan are revealed.
...the death of a goal, that God's purpose is fulfilled.
...the death of the past, that God promises a new beginning.
...the death of a relationship, that we realize God's undying love.
...the death of oneself, that God re-launches us...as brand new.